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When Killian jumps through a portal in answer of Henry’s desperate calls for help, Emma soon finds herself in a strange new town in Seattle with her daughter in tow, a husband and son to find, and a curse to break.
Rated: T, no warnings or any nasty stuff!
I DID IT! This is my completed story for the Captian Swan Little Bang this year! I’m so glad I participated in this this year and I’m really happy with how the story turned out 🙂
Huge thank you to @cocoa-and-rum for being the most amazing beta through all the stressful times we’ve had – I couldn’t have done it without you! It’s been so good getting to work with you and chat about ideas and just the beauty of our ship in general!
Another shout out to the amazing artists I got paired with this year, @ansoliq and @liloproductions! You guys have been awesome to get to know! You can find their artworks here and here – they are absolutely amazing!
Also, big thanks to @happilyswanjones for helping out with revisions 🙂
You can also find the story on Ao3 here.
Hyperion Heights, Present Day
Emma walked the streets of the odd neighbourhood, her daughter at her side. She was looking for him: dark hair and missing hand. It had been a month since she’d seen him last, but it felt like a lifetime.
Elizabeth held her hand, singing a song to herself as she jumped over cracks in the pavement. Emma thought back to memories from Storybrooke, her and Killian swinging her around between the two of them as they walked to Granny’s. She needed to find him. For their daughter, their son waiting for them back in Storybrooke.
It was hard to believe she had three kids now. Charlie was the newest addition, born two years after Elizabeth. The little boy was the spitting image of his father, and was the kindest three year old Emma had ever laid eyes on. Elizabeth herself, a whole six years old, was the rambunctious one, with a rebellious streak to match her Uncle Neal’s.
And then Henry of course, the very reason she was in this town in Seattle. He had left home when he was 18 and was ready to find his own story. As hard as it was to let him go, Emma had known it was the right decision. He needed to have a life outside of quaint little Storybrooke. So he’d left, acting so independent, his mothers and step-father forced to get used to life without the teenager around.
With Charlie’s birth and Elizabeth going through what seemed like the extra terrible twos, time flew by. Before they’d known it, the years had rushed by.
It All Starts With a Dance 